Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.

(June 15,1942 / Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India)

Biography Is A Story


No one is fit to write my biography.
No one knows about me as well and full
As they think they do and, hence, I say so.
Parents knew me but not after their exits.
Children knew me but not before their births.
Wife was ignorant of my outdoor news.
No one was as a friend for whole my life.
I myself didn’t know about my childhood.
None of them had been fit to be a writer.
I hired a writer to do the job.

Submitted: Thursday, July 18, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 18, 2013

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13.07.2013

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